All language subtitles for Reservation.Dogs.S02E03.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Goddamn it, man.

Come on.

Hey, you forget your...

What are you doing?

Aging my tool belt.

But, damn it, I was
supposed to do it last night.

Age your tool belt?

Yeah, you know, like
make it look rugged and shit.

I just bought that for you.

It's brand-new. It's a nice one.

Mom, I cannot go to
a new construction job

with a new belt on.
They'll eat me alive in there.

Eat you alive? Well...

Hey, why don't you go
work at Rob and Cleo's,

somewhere safer?

I'm the man of the house.
I need, like, a man's job.

And men don't
like new tool belts?

I can't show weakness to
these guys, Mom, I swear.

Oh, shit, oh,
shit, oh, shit, shit.

The fuck is he doing?

Can you go back inside?

-What? But I know them. I want to say hi.
-No, no.

-Don't do this to me, Mom. Please, go back inside.
-But I... Okay.

Okay. Geez.

What's up, fellas?

Look at you with your
cute little tool belt on.

Wait. Your thermos!

Mom...

Ooh, there she is.

Be careful, Baby Bear.

Hey, what's good, Rita?

Hey, Charlie.

You take good care

- of my boy, all right?
- Fuckin' A.

Like he's my own son.

Shit, he almost
was. Don't forget it.

Shut up.

Treat you like
my little stepson.

Straighten you out, Baby Bear.

Psych! Too young, shitass.

Plus, your moms
would kick my ass.

Bear, man...
today is the big day.

No more soft hands.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- What's up, Danny?
- Charlie.

This is our new help.

What, you all shy now?

All right.

The fuck?

What do you guys want me to do?

Hey, when you don't
know, just copy us.

Okay.

Whew! Damn, boys.

That edible is kicking in.

Shit. Man, I'm-a
fly off this roof.

Does he not work with us?

Ah, he likes to work alone.

Man, remember he used to
be the shittiest worker here.

Now he's like a damn robot.

Fuckin' head down, don't talk.

- Gets the job done, though.
- Well, things change.

- Ah, shit.
- What?

We're missing
the board stretcher.

Aw, fuck. Where the fuck it go?

Can't finish the job
without a board stretcher.

What's a board stretcher?

It's a board stretcher.
Just as it sounds.

Why don't you go
down to the truck,

- see if you can find it.
- What's it look like?

You'll know it when you see
it. It's a fucking board stretcher.

Big old letters on
it. "Board stretcher."

All right.

Don't come back without it.

What the fuck is a
board stretcher, man?

Danny, uh, you haven't seen
the board stretcher, have you?

Well, they said they
can't finish work without it.

There ain't no such
thing as a board stretcher.

They're fucking with you.

You serious?

Man...

Next one.

So, did you guys always
want to become roofers?

Yeah, we always wanted
to fuck our backs up.

Yeah, it's always
been a dream of mine.

Ever since I was a little
kid, all I wanted to do

was build white people shit.

You don't choose it.

Shit, it chooses you.

It's a rite of passage.

So you snagged yet, Bear?

Shit, man, of course I have.

You know, all the time.

Shit, you ain't snagged
nothing but yourself, man.

I was 13 once, too.

I'm 17, so...

Yeah, we grew up faster
back then. No Internet.

Shit. Pass me another one.

Move, damn it.

Hey, Marc Don.

Can you move your truck?
I'm gonna pick up some smokes.

Hey, let's get some wraps

and some cranberry
juice while you're there.

Marc Don, you want anything?

Some LaCroix.
Pamplemousse if they got it.

Just make sure it's none
of that green apple shit.

- I fucking hate it.
- Hey.

- What about you?
- I'm good.

Cvpon, move the truck.

Word. No problem.

Oh, ho, ho.

Damn, this shit is tight.

- Oh, shit.
- Hurry, shitass.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right, all right, all right.

Fuck you doing?

Nailed it.

(singer vo

Whoa, shit!

Where you going?

You're all right. You're okay.

First rule of roofing:

don't chase it if
it's already falling.

- Holy shit.
- Everything all right over here?

Yeah, he's all right.
He just took a little slide.

- Whew.
- Come lay some support boards.

Go on.

Just fuckin' give it to 'er.

Hey, nothing to be
nervous about, Bear.

Charlie, go on and show him.

When I'm hammering,
all I do is think about

something that makes me mad.

What makes you mad?

Shit, mostly my landlord.

Hey, fucker, you're
renting my mom's house.

Yeah, and sometimes
she makes me mad.

Shit. Just think about
what makes you mad.

What's up, Dad?
Are you still coming?

Something came up, man.

I'm trying to get a flight now,

but, shit, it's too
late now, man.

Fuck, man. I'm sorry.

All right.

I love you, Dad.

All right, man. I'll
hit you back soon.

I gotta take a piss.

These kids, man.

Different kind.

Fuck, I bet Punkin couldn't
fuckin' drive a nail either.

Nah, I worked with him.

Shit worker, always rapping
about fry bread and shit.

He could still
drive a nail though.

Just can't take care
of his damn kids.

Fuckin' A.

Aho! Young Warrior!

Man, I'm in the bathroom.
Some things are sacred.

Aho! Yeah, you're right.

This is a very sacred place.

The most sacred.

Back in the day, our greatest
warriors would sometimes

develop their greatest battle
strategies in places like this.

We had a big trench.

We'd all line up and
pop a squat together.

Look at each other and
talk about the battle coming,

as we pooped.

Face-to-face, we
would talk for hours.

Man, I do not want to hear this.

Look at you, all grown
up. Got a job and shit.

Yeah but this is bullshit.

I don't even know
what I'm doing.

And I almost fell off the roof.

It's like, they don't
even teach you anything,

just expect you to know.

Yeah. That's the
Native way of teaching.

We have this, uh,
traditional pedagogy of, uh:

just get out there
and learn, fucker.

Okay, well, I just... I
don't think this is for me.

I know how you feel. I too...

have dealt with the hardships

of trying to build a home.

I remember one
time in a blizzard,

I had to put up a tipi.

I lost seven
children in that storm.

And all we had to eat
was an ancient buffalo

frozen in ice.

Hairy bastard was probably
there for a thousand years.

Come the springtime,
marauders came and stole me

and sold me off
to slave traders.

And I had to push a log
around for years on end.

I became really buff and
ended up in a gladiator pit,

fighting for my life.

Okay, I get it. You've
had it harder than me.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily
say I had it harder than you.

But, truth be told, I
had it harder than you.

Daniel's dad's up
there. I didn't expect that.

Ah, yeah. Your friend, Daniel.

Maybe I should just
get over it, you know?

Maybe it's about time.

Get over it? Shit, you haven't
even gone through it, Cvpon.

What do you mean?

What I'm trying to say,

is that we cry for
those that we've lost.

Like that. You know,
we mourn them.

We cut our hair,
we cut ourselves.

We go through all the feels.

We take our relatives...
Their bodies...

And make clothing out of it.

This is my auntie right here.

We airbrush their
faces on our T-shirts,

get their names tattooed on
our bodies in old English script.

We tear ourselves to pieces

so that we can build
ourselves new on the other side.

You go through all of it

so that they know
that they can go,

that we'll miss them,

but that we'll be
okay without them.

So, wait. What you mean is...?

Shh. You hear that? Ghost dogs.

Somebody's heart fear is
stronger than yours, Little Cub.

I got to go. Check you later.

Bye!

See you later, Little Bear.

What the fuck?

Man, you keep on
fucking it up, dawg.

Keep filming. You don't know

- what you're talking about.
- Hey,

do that dance where
you cover your face.

Fucking say "action" then. Shit.

All right, all right,
all right. Action.

Dance, clown.

Shit.

Marc Don "The Marksman"
looking all rusty and shit.

Just the wind.

You know why we used to
call this guy "The Marksman"?

- Why?
- Back in the day, he used to be able

to shoot the ball from
anywhere on the court.

- Damn. Really?
- Hell yeah, he could shoot it.

He wouldn't make it,
but he'd still shoot it.

Man, you're throwing a
whole lot of dirt on my name

for somebody who drove
all the way to All-Native

and dropped out
'cause he had diarrhea.

Fucker left at halftime
'cause he had shit in his pants.

Hey, fucker, them gas
station hot dogs ain't no joke.

So what, Uncle Charlie? You
used to play basketball, too?

Hell yeah. Me, this guy...

and your dad... we used to
hit the three-on-three tourneys

all the time.

- My dad?
- Yeah.

Before he had dreams of
becoming a rapper and shit.

Yeah. And forgetting
about his family.

- There it is.
- What?

All that stress
in your forehead.

That's 'cause of your daddy.

He didn't teach me shit.

Man, you think you're
the only kid on the Rez

growing up without a dad?

I had a dad and a stepdaddy

- leave my ass.
- Hot damn.

Now you got him started.

Hey, most dads are bad.

You should know.

Look, I'm-a tell you what
somebody once told me.

You got to let a man
make his mistakes.

Whether it be your
daddy, your uncle,

your brother, your
boyfriend, whatever.

You let a man make his mistakes

because men learn
from experience.

Why you think you on that
roof without a safety board,

running around all crazy,
chasing after shingles?

'Cause you guys ain't
taking precautions?

Because if you slip
once, you learn from it.

If you slip again, you're
just being careless.

Yeah, there's a lot of
careless dudes out here.

Shit.

Don't I know it.

Nah, I swear to God, it had,
like, the face of a woman,

but, like, the feet of a
dog, and, like, those...

Nah, nobody believes me. I
swear to God, this is a true story.

Hey.

Want to go help
Danny right quick?

Oh, you don't need to
help me, man. I'll be fine.

Danny,

I'm sorry back there.

I didn't mean it.

I'm just in a bad mood.

Yeah. Yeah, well, shit.
Long as you're here,

you might as well
learn how to do this shit.

I'm gonna mess it up, though.

Ah, you can't be any worse

than Charlie's work
over there. Come on.

Here, let's... let's-let's
get this one right here.

You see this line? You just
got to line it up on the left

- all the way along the bottom to the right.
- Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Just like that.

Got your hammer?

- Right here?
- You got it.

- Yeah?
- Little bit to the end.

-Little bit to the end. There you go.
-Yeah?

Perfect. Perfect. Send it.

All right.

See how I hold my
hammer? Little bit down.

Choke down just a little
bit so you let the weight

- of the hammer do it. All right?
- Uh-huh.

Let's try another one.

- Like that.
- Like that?

Just like that.

Yeah.

- Cool.
- You got it.

Hey, how's Elora anyway?

She... she left town.

Like, moved?

Sort of.

Really? When?

A few days ago.

It feels like longer, but...

I was supposed
to go with her, too,

but she just got up and left me.

She hasn't been the
same since, you know...

You know.

I reckon none of us
have been the same.

Everything's changed.

Me and Hokti split up.

Really?

I didn't know that.

I saw that you guys moved.

Just couldn't stand to walk in
that fucking house anymore.

Drive down them streets.

I'm sorry.

I don't even know
how long it's been.

I still can't get over it.

I got all these scenarios
playing over in my head.

Like, how could I have changed?

How could I have
been a better father?

Maybe he'd still be here

and I'd still have my family.

I quit drinking since.

Well, you said, uh,
Elora left you behind?

Where was you all going?

California.

It was Daniel's idea.

He always talked about
that when he was a little guy.

Used to tell him I'd take him.

Shit. I didn't even have
enough money to get to Tulsa.

Fucking good for Elora.

I'm glad she went.

Wish he would've went.

I feel bad, too.

What do you have
to feel bad for?

You're his friend.
You were there for him.

- I wasn't.
- No.

You're young.

It's not up to you.

It's the adults.

We didn't see
it, so that's on us.

It's not on you.

Look, I-I ain't got
nothing else to say

that you want to hear.

But you shouldn't
listen to these guys.

Or me.

You know I was a shitty dad.

But you're gonna
grow up and be a man.

And a man isn't someone
who walks around

and makes mistakes and hopes
that they're gonna do better.

That's what a shitass does.

A man knows that whatever
he does has consequences.

So you got to be good

the first time around.

All right, boys,
let's pack it up!

Hey, quit whistling, man.
You're gonna call spirits out.

Bitch, it ain't dark.

Let's get out of here.

Look.

What is... what-what is that?

Shh.

Let's go.

All right, fellas. See
you next week, all right?

You're rich right now.

- It's Monopoly money.
- I appreciate it.

Hey, trade me a ten
for one of them twenties.

Fuck out of here, man.
You got to fight me first.

Be good, Cvpon.

You too, man.

Hey, Baby Bear.

How was your day?

I got electric this month, Mom.

Wow. A working man.

Yeah.

Nice.

Elora?

Fuck are you doing here?

Let me guess. You
ran out of money?

No.

Oh, you're crying.

What happened?

That fucker Jackie leave you
on the side of the road, too?

Oh, it doesn't feel good, right?

- Oh, my gosh, you just get up and go.
- Bear.

No, no, we were friends, Elora.

You don't do that to friends!

That's not how it
works! Like, holy shit!

We were going to California
together. For Daniel.

So you leaving me behind,
leaving fucking all of us behind

- is like leaving fucking him behind, man!
- Bear.

How the fuck can I
forgive you for that?!

What the fuck are you
even doing here, Elora?!

Bear!

My grandma's dying.

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